The Gilded Age: A Tale of To-dayAmerican Publishing Company, 1874 - 574 strán (strany) The Gilded Age: A Tale of Today is a novel by Mark Twain and Charles Dudley Warner first published in 1873. It satirizes greed and political corruption in post-Civil War America in the era now referred to as the Gilded Age. Although not one of Twain's best-known works, it has appeared in more than one hundred editions since its original publication. Twain and Warner originally had planned to issue the novel with illustrations by Thomas Nast. The book is remarkable for two reasons--it is the only novel Twain wrote with a collaborator, and its title very quickly became synonymous with graft, materialism, and corruption in public life. |
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Strana 36 - Uncle Dan'l pointed down the river with his bony finger. A deep coughing sound troubled the stillness, way toward a wooded cape that jutted into the stream a mile distant. All in an instant a fierce eye of fire shot out from behind the cape and sent a long brilliant pathway quivering athwart the dusky water. The coughing grew louder and louder, the glaring eye grew larger and still larger, glared wilder and still wilder.
Strana 168 - The eight years in America from 1860 to 1868 uprooted institutions that were centuries old, changed the politics of a people, transformed the social life of half the country, and wrought so profoundly upon the entire national character that the influence cannot be measured short of two or three generations.
Strana 83 - Come on, sir. Now you set your foot on shore In Novo Orbe\ here's the rich Peru: And there within, sir, are the golden mines, Great Solomon's Ophir!
Strana 83 - The Colonel's tongue was a magician's wand that turned dried apples into figs and water into wine as easily as it could change a hovel into a palace and present poverty into imminent future riches.
Strana 35 - Whatever the lagging dragging journey may have been to the rest of the emigrants, it was a wonder and delight to the children, a world of enchantment; and they believed it to be peopled with the mysterious dwarfs and giants and goblins that figured in the tales the negro slaves were in the habit of telling them nightly by the shuddering light of the kitchen fire. At the end of nearly a week of travel, the party went into camp near a shabby village which was caving, house by house, into the hungry...
Strana 39 - ... bout it — heal right up agin; if dey'd ben gals dey'd missed dey long haah (hair), maybe, but dey wouldn't felt de burn." " /don't know but what they were girls. I think they were." " Now, Mars Clay, you knows bettern dat. Sometimes a body can't tell whedder you's a sayin...
Strana 194 - Drink deep, until the habits of the slave, The sins of emptiness, gossip, and spite, And slander, die. Better not be at all Than not be noble. Leave us : you may go : To-day the Lady Psyche will harangue The fresh arrivals of the week before ; For they press in from all the provinces, And fill the hive.
Strana 86 - Yes, yes — hurry — I understand — " " — for I wouldn't have it get out for a fortune. They want me to go in with them on the sly — agent was here two weeks ago about it — go in on the sly...
Strana 44 - Good! You want to stir your stumps, now, Harry — the Amaranth's just turned the point — and she's just a-humping herself, too!" The pilot took hold of a rope that stretched out forward, jerked it twice, and two mellow strokes of the big bell responded. A voice out on the deck shouted : " Stand by, down there, with that labboard lead !" " No, I don't want the lead," said the pilot,
Strana 213 - And see ye not that braid, braid road, That lies across that lily leven ? That is the path of wickedness, Though some call it the road to Heaven. " And see not ye that bonny road That winds about the fernie brae ? That is the road to fair Elfland, Where thou and I this night maun gae.